During a recent songwriting session with my five year old (i.e. in the six minutes before he got distracted by something else), he improvised these lyrics while I strummed my guitar and took notes:

There’s a maple tree in the meadow
And every winter it’s not making progress 
But in the spring, the tree starts growing away
And once you know
It’s taking so
Long to grow
Then you know
There’s a maple tree close

Twigs in the grass
And down below
You might know
Something slow
It’s a mole. Yes it’s a mole, ohhhh
What do you see under the snow?
Why it’s a mole!
So give it a dole
It’s hard to be a mole

Grammy Award when?